The weather forecast was for another nice day with a "change in climate" arriving late in the day, so I knew what I wanted to do. Temps were in the 50s, with decent west breeze, and nearly full sun. And by midday, I was out doing what I wanted to do, which was:
15.1 kms of fun orienteering. There was scattered snow cover on the ground, but really it gets classified as bare ground running. I started out in a short sleeved O' top under a light weight long sleeved bike top, and up getting warm enough to dispense with the bike top (stashing it at a control), and never looked back. Considering the forecast for tomorrow, it might as well have been summer.
Didn't see any hunters; I did hear some "target" shooting at various times--with "target" being used euphemistically because it's hard to think of it as target shooting when someone is pulling a trigger as fast as they can, or else using a bump stock. To me it's more like "money" shooting, because the cost of all that ammo must add up quickly.
After getting home and seeing that Wyoming had won the game today (they were very lucky to get a noon start in the sun) and having a snack, I decided to take advantage of the hour and a half of light still left, and headed out for some biking, dressing still for mild conditions. However, within the first 10 minutes or so, and at 5:15 (I checked my watch), I felt the wind shift from west to east and immediately the first tendrils of much cooler air were streaming by. I kept on going, and ended up riding for about another half hour, and by the time I got back home the wind was blasting and the temps had dropped severely, to somewhere approaching freezing. Or at least so it felt to me, and my hands were just about numb as I rolled the bike into the garage. Ha--I was very glad to get back home!